“Okay,” Jake agreed. “How’s Grace? Have you spoken to her recently?”
“A few times,” Georgie said. “She knows she shouldn’t meet with Ryan, but sometimes she can’t help it. Each time she hopes it will be different, and then . . .”
“And then I get a call from him and he doesn’t know where he is or why he’s left his apartment. She has to stop doing that, for both of their sakes.”
“I know. She knows. But she can’t help it. She’s hurting as much as Ryan is. You know how it feels to miss your mate. You know what it’s like . . .” Georgie’s voice broke on a little sob. “It’s not fair. That bastard did this to her, and then he died and she’s still in agony.”
“We’ll find a way. We have to,” Jake said. He wasn’t going to let his brother, or Grace, fade into despair. “Make the call.”
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